While Bella and Hector kept arguing over James, what was right and what was wrong with him, how his behavior could fuck up the whole family, and how only one child was anchoring him, James himself was doing exactly what Bella had told Hector.
He was enjoying his time with Charlotte, where everything was just peaceful.
"Do you like it?" Charlotte's voice came as she looked up at him with her big eyes, and James was stunned.
"Woah, Charlotte, you did a great job." He said as he looked at the flowers she had painted on the marble and it was on a whole other level.
He had seen her paint a few times before, and it had always looked like a typical child's painting, nothing professional, nothing really good, just lovely in a simple way at least. But now, she painted in a way that was kind of unbelievable.
The details, the colors she chose to paint with, the precision, and more than that, the fact that it was not on a canvas or paper but on marble.
